Face buried in the coolness of the saffron garland,
leaves traces of Gold on my forehead.
An unexpected Surrender…
into That moment.
Beneath the open arms of The Bodhi Tree.
The fragrance of Sandalwood.
The all-embracing coolness.
and spontaneous freedom of Being.
Still within me…
Mahabodhi Temple, Bodh Gaya, India
On Pilgrimage, February 2011
Memory inspired by the brilliance of a marigold in our garden, this morning.
Photo by Mardi: The saffron garland, beneath the Bodhi Tree, 2011